
Eventually I wrapped a soft shawl round myself and curled up on the sitting room sofa and watched the grey light stealing into the room. There were long shadows on the grass and apart from the odd ambulance siren, it was silent. Gradually the magic of this secret time of the morning stole over me.
It seemed that everything was gently gathering itself for the new day. I felt I had a world of choice and possibility before me and strangely that it lay in my hands whether I had a great day full of joy or a moody day filled with struggle. It felt like I was poised on a knife edge.
Then soaring out of the night came the first notes of the Dawn Chorus. A blackbird high on a branch had no such dilemmas. He knew exactly what his purpose was and he was unashamedly letting the world know. The beauty of the sound fully decided me and I went back to bed with a smile and the conviction that I was going to have a joyful day.
(I have recorded a guided meditation which has been inspired by my dawn vigil, as a podcast. Hope you enjoy it)